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Poems are not about war
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according to standards
mass grave length
should be 20 m
width 3 m
height 2.3 m
development of this document
was planned
non-standard formations
civil defense
will be engaged in the following types of work:
development of a pit for a mass grave
preparation of a pit for burial of bodies (remains)
preparation of bodies (remains) of the dead for burial
layout of the first row of bodies (remains) of those killed in mass graves
backfilling of the first row of bodies (remains) of the dead
layout of the second row of bodies (remains) of those killed in mass graves
backfilling of the second row of bodies (remains) of the dead
backfilling of mass graves
document preparation
was planned
for the burial of 1000 people
will need to involve
two units of engineering equipment
and 16 team personnel
for urgent burial of corpses
development work
this document
was planned
in light of new requirements
state development
stated the representative
everything is going according to plan
we don’t abandon our own
stated the representative
work brothers
so that neither country nor graveyard
so that the bodies
lay out the letter Z
according to plan according to GOST
stated the representative
***
if beauty is in the eye of the beholder
there's war in the eyes
averting eyes
and in any eyes
war has our eyes
as if she
flesh of flesh
neck and neck
the war is wearing out my dress
and in every pocket she has
on a heavy stone
war at our table
as a blood relative:
we are connected by blood
which we spill
“War” - that’s what we’ll call our daughter
great name for a girl
we'll shout to her from the balcony
"War, go home!"
and she's already home
Posthumous lullaby for the occupier
now you are not alone
with you everything you ate
bird fish grass
cow river mountain
mom father sister
friends are enemies
and she
in a beautiful dress
like in a flash
when did you find out her name
everything that didn't go down my throat
everything that you didn't save
everything that has a result
what makes it hard to breathe
why is my stomach light?
house and photo album
sea and first grief
last snow and she
and now there’s war
who's fed up
which makes your stomach hurt
that makes my stomach feel dark
from which there is no more belly
On Putin's death
and a blade of grass and a forest
even in the field there is a spikelet
every day they prophesy to you
a bullet to the forehead or temple
“May you die” - the river sings
“so that you die” - the line runs
it was posted in the sky
golden clouds
birds, blue sky -
this is all my family
well, and you after death
you won't find peace
ah lyuli yes ah lyuli
it's good in paradise
there are resurrected deer here
they drink your dead blood
***
in the special detention center everything is in its place
furniture is screwed to the floor
large screws
walk every morning
small search
other people's fingers are fingering
your belongings
what are they looking for?
I smile at every person in the form:
Hello
Good afternoon
can you tell me what time it is
thanks for the boiling water
I'm turning into a quiet one
polite interface
while my mind is screwed
to the floor of cell No. 5
large screws
and an obedient body
sits at his head
we split into two
obeying someone else's orders
not obeying them
we are cracked and on the surface
volcanic material emerged
golden magma
which, cooling down,
smoking on the street
during a scheduled walk
we are walking through the yard
40 steps long
this is the second week now
there lies an untouched tit
her wings are softly opened
and the sunken head is covered with snow
I want to pet her
but I don't touch
either out of respect for her death
or to death in general
either out of respect for your freedom
don't do this
during inspections
we hide our smoking wound
our tectonic shift
we stretch a second thick skin
under which you can't see
eruption of another entity
there are no mirrors in the special detention center
by the end of the first week you don’t remember
what does your face look like
“you can kill yourself with a mirror”
says a man in uniform
and I don't argue
imagining blood reflected
flows, multiplied by two
you can kill with a mirror
without recognizing myself in it
you can commit suicide
and start with someone else
capable of reviving a dead bird
with your ashen dry breath
or stop the bunny muttering
sentencing judge
capable of overcoming the split
and migrate after the heart
from body to body, from border to border,
like from house to house,
not like from a camera
to the camera
***
Vladimir Putin said that everything is going according to plan
Vladimir Putin said that everything goes to hell
Vladimir Putin said: “oh my defense”
Vladimir Putin said that a rifle is a holiday
Vladimir Putin said that Comrade Kim Il Sung is there and everything there is the same as with us
Vladimir Putin said that if a cross is on the chest, then on the last eye - a nickel
Vladimir Putin said that the detachment did not notice the loss of a fighter
Vladimir Putin said that everything will be fucked up - you just have to wait, everything will be free there, everything will be a blast there
Vladimir Putin said that there probably won’t be any need to die there at all
Vladimir Putin said that the key to the border has been broken in half
Vladimir Putin said that he decomposed into mold and linden honey
Vladimir Putin said that he doesn’t give a damn about his face
Vladimir Putin said that we are ice under the feet of the major
Vladimir Putin said that the Russian field exudes snow
***
stand up, children, with the letter “Z”
There is no better letter in the world:
drawn in blood
semi-swastika of victories
did you win? won:
we were sent, we killed
well, that's the order
they will say “fas”, we will kill you too
death is, of course, better than life
light is certainly worse than darkness
Happy Victory Day over Fascism
but we are the fascists
***
a soldier swimming in a sea that does not belong to him,
sees the sea for the first time.
that justifies him
in his eyes: I would never have seen it like that.
good in war. almost like the sea: a wave rolls in, washes away the blood,
and now everything is clean, fresh, memoryless, like in childhood,
neck and face tanned until dark, the border is visible,
but you can cross the border.
he was told that he would die the day after tomorrow.
eyes that saw the sea for the first time,
will explode and flow. the wave will roll and wash away the blood,
the blood will flow and wash away the wave,
the boundary between one and the other is blurred and inflamed,
as between the body and death.
